Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine a gold nugget" (what they know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they about
)
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're played like my old's newborn toys
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats rough like my when I haven't shaved in days
up, all these words take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't like this

2x

My smith and got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
When rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4